Sometimes they whisper when I'm half asleep
secrets. I know they're gone beyond recall
yet drowsing…It coheres, I see it all.
The high empyrean, the abyss deep,
reasons for death and sin and love and pain
why angel snores break crystals into dust
why we should never question only trust.
My foot cramps slightly, I awake again
My dead and all that certainty is grit
corner of eye that finger pokes. It stings.
Sleep flees, takes with it all dream's wonder things
Mind like the body needs a daily shit.
Visions are heaven poison in our food
fast us to fever, tears and sweat of blood.